“Atta boy, Son! Fuck your mother’s God damn cunt! Aw fuck yeah! Pump that fat bastard up my filthy fucking cunt, you little shit! C’mon, you big...-dicked mother-fucker, fuck your big, fat cock up Mommy’s dirty, little twat. I want you to work the entire fucking thing up your mother’s cunt, young man. Mommy wants every fat, fucking inch of your disgusting donkey-dick in her hole! Mommy wants you as deep as possible when you cum. You’re gonna dick-fart straight into your mother’s womb and hose it. Laura giggled. "Your room okay?" Seems only fair." Alright. I'll grab my books and be over." And she disappeared into her room, closing the door. Chris went over to his room, put on a U2 playlist of mp3's, and hopped on the internet while he waited.Between a trial lawyer and a museum curator, their family was well-provided for. The house had wireless internet, both Chris and Laura had LCD's in their rooms, and the family room was decked out with a large plasma screen and surround sound. Jack. I've often enjoyed these little tales in many of thevarious timelines, especially in universes where the stories were true.Now, after her vaginal teeth start to grow in if you attempt to haveintercourse with her your penis will obviously be cut up as her vaginalwalls involuntarily bite down on your member. As she grows more teethyou risk having parts bitten off altogether. If she attempts to have theteeth surgically removed more will grow in their place but they will bebigger and sharper. For. . and from the smell of MY room, she’s been sleeping in my bed ... she hadn’t moved my clothes though.I found a new ... well ... clean ... outfit, grabbed a clean towel and discovered the joy of instant hot water.Marvelous!The Cosmo was in the garage ... time to reacquaint the neighborhood to my presence. There was a battery charger hooked up. I unhooked it, backed out and admired the driveway. Right at the cattle guard ... left at the Dayton cut-across ... breakfast to the Branding Iron ... it.